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BAD COMPANY	By : xXTheMadRussianXx Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 1477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights or privledges to S. E. Hinton's The Outsiders. Any character likeness to real persons is completely coincidental. I am not making money of the writing or posting of this fanfiction

Chapter List
- 1-A "Normal" Day
- 1
Preface

LOYALTY is defined in the Merriam Webster Dictionary as: "faithful adherence to a sovereign, government, leader, cause, etc." To me, being loyal to someone goes farther than that. Loyalty, to me, means you're willing to do anything and everything in your power for someone. Loyalty - to be loyal - means you would spill blood for someone. You would die for that person. You would kill for that person. And in return, that person would do the same for you. My gang is loyal - to me and to each other. My brother and sister are loyal. When it comes down to it - any of us will do anything to help the other out, and it took years to get it that way. Earning all that respect and loyalty took years to accomplish. The boys have proven time and time again that they are prepared and will murder if they have to. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Blood for blood. The Shepard Way.

"Frankie, go get yourself a beer."
"All set, Tim. Got a cold one right here. Just gonna finish the paper and... You fuckin' jerk."
Tim almost choked on the first sip while he tried to stifle a laugh. He chugged it down and crushed the can on the table.
"Told ya to get a beer." He said with a cocky grin.
Frank got up and muttered curses at Tim while he went to the kitchen.
"Where're Frik 'n Frak?" Tim asked, taking a seat in his chair.
"Sean said summin' 'bout him 'n Tiny grabbin' a bite to eat a'fore they come here."
"That's fuckin' news." Tim finished.
Frank opened his beer and went back to his paper. As if on cue, Sean and Tiny came through the door, bringing with them take-out pizza.
"We bring food. May we crash here, good Sir?" Sean said theatrically, looking at Mr. Shepard.
"...There's a big ol' spider crawlin' on the underside of that box." Tim replied.
Sean screamed and dropped the pizza on the floor.
" 'S dead now." Tiny remarked, picking the box up and putting it on the coffee table. He grabbed a slice from the box for himself, Frank, Tim, and Sean (once Sean recovered.)
"Where's Angie, anyway? She said somethin' about goin' on a date with me tonight." Sean said, calming himself and settling on the couch to eat while Frank tossed both he and Tiny beers.
"She's walkin' the dog, last I knew. Should be back any second." Frank stated, going in for his second slice.
"So, Frankie, how's the love life?" Sean asked, turning to look at Frank.
Frank, in and of himself, was a relatively attractive man. He was tall, well-kept, with brown hair and chocolate eyes you could melt in, and a neat little mustache under his nose. He has a smug smile and a mischievous nature, though, an that was really the only thing that made him a Greaser. That and he lived in a dingy little apartment on a bad side of town and hung out with the Shepard Crew. He was tan, as were they all, but Frank's never seemed to fade, even in winter when he "went up north" to visit his family.
"You mean the nonexistent love life I have in which I haven't gotten ass in six months?" Was the cynical response.
"SIX MONTHS!?" Sean's jaw dropped to the floor. Sean wasn't bad himself - light brown hair, almost blonde. He was well-muscled but not overly so, and tall enough. He always seemed excited, and was always falling in love. He was clutzy and horny, hence the reason the poor boy was married to the Shepard sister. Not that either of them really paid much attention to the marriage (she ran around on him as much as he ran around on her), and couldn't go more than a week without the company of at least one girl. "Six months!? How... Why do you do that to yourself, Frank? What happened to Paulene?"
Tim looked up at that moment, hiding the concern on his face. Sean didn't know?
"She dumped me for some Texan guy. Fuck him." Frank said without missing a beat. Tim relaxed a little. Disaster averted. For now.
"Frank, we need to get you laid, partner. Let's me, you, and Tiny go out and get you some sweet ass tonight!" Sean said.
"TIM!!" Angela bellowed, coming through the door looking flustered. Tim's German Shepard was with her; and when she let the dog go it ran up to Tim's chair and whined.
"What?" Tim barked, rubbing down his animal.
"I'm not walking her anymore. That ass around the corner laid into me again, and this time he had friends and a baseball bat! "
"Did he hit you?" Tim asked her, now visibly rigid. There was danger in his eyes.
"No, but he swatted the dog a good one across her back. Then he almost followed me here."
Tim was completely silent. He rose from his chair and went up to his room, coming down a few moments later and storming out the door. Frank and Tiny weren't far after him.
"Aren't you going with them?" Angela said coldly to her husband.
"You sure you're ok, Angie?" Sean asked, going over to her, his voice gentle but worried. "The really didn't get you?"
"...He got my arm when he went for the dog. I'm fine." She said, rubbing her upper arm. Sean, like Tim, said nothing. He kissed his wife on the cheek and ran out the door. He was going after this guy for hitting her. Accident or not.
* * * * *
Tim was the first around the corner. He saw the faggot there, sitting on his porch with the baseball bat in hand, talking to what looked like his wife. He walked over to the house slowly, casually, as not to raise any concern right away. Then again, Tim Shepard coming to your door was enough to put anyone on their guard.
"What the hell do you want?" The bastard said, standing up and looking over the railing at Tim as he approached.
"I want a straight answer. About ten minutes ago, did a girl walk by here with a dog?" Tim said calmly, stopping at the sidewalk in front of the house.
"Yea, a little whore who keeps lettin' her fuckin' dog shit on my lawn. You got a problem?"
Tim was on the porch faster than the guy could move. "You have any clue who the fuck you're talkin' to, you little faggot? You like goin' around hitting other people's dogs? Motherfucker I'm gonna break every bone in your fuckin' body for laying a fuckin' HAND on MY DOG!" And with that Tim shoved his right fist directly into the side of the other's jaw. He heard a sickening crack as the bone broke there and sent the victim to the floor.
Tim bent over to pick up the form of the man, ignoring the wife's screaming for the police and to let her husband go. Tim pinned the bastard to the wall of the house, facing away from him and twisting his wrist once, twice, thrice, and once more til it snapped in his grasp and the man shouted out in pain. Tim let go of his wrist and grabbed his shoulders instead, whipping the man around and sending a left hook deep into the man's upper stomach, knocking the wind right out of him. As the man fell to the ground, Tim threw his leg into the man's ribcage, hard. Another satisfying crack came from that area, as well. By this time Frank and Tiny had shown up, and took the privilege of throwing in a few kicks, twists, and punches of their own. A broken nose here, fractured ankle there - possibly a broken femur because Tiny stepped on him once or twice for effect (it's not everyday one would have a 6' 7", 290 pound man step on them).
The man lay there broken and bleeding for a moment while the boys taunted him, even going as far as to defecate on his lawn to add insult to injury. Sean came around the corner then. He wasted no time in greeting the rest or admiring their handiwork. He just picked the crippled man off the ground and shoved him against a wall again.
"If I find out," he started, pressing his knuckles into the back of the man's head so his face rubbed against the hard bricks. "That you came after my fuckin' WIFE," he spun the poor fucker around to place a knee into his crotch, sending him back to the ground. "OR the dog AGAIN," he lifted the man off the concrete and over to the front lawn. "I will personally kill everybody I've ever seen you with. I will rape your little girls, and I'll make you watch, Bitch. Then I'll suffocate you in a bathtub of their blood and shit in your fucking neck. Understand me, faggot!?" Sean said, venom in his voice. It took a lot to get Sean angry, let alone angry enough to threaten that. But just to articulate his point he grabbed what he could of the man's hair, pulling some of it out, and buried the bastard's face into the pile of feces lying in his front yard. The boys left then, Tim making sure he kicked the son of a bitch one last time before he headed back.
Lesson learned: Don't. Fuck. With. The. Shepards.
"Frank!" Tim hollered. He motioned for the rest of them to go inside while he and Frank talked for a moment. "Hey, Sean doesn't know?"
"You wanna sit down and explain it to him? It doesn't seem like a concept he'd understand." Frank retorted sarcastically.
"True. What did happen, anyway?"
"Like I said."
"Left you for another guy?"
"Yup. Dirty little Texan fucker. Rodeo man. Motherfucker."
"Hey, there are other fish in the sea. What about the new kid at the bread shop? I mean, I wouldn't have a clue, really, but if I had to guess..."
"Really now? I didn't know about this new kid at the bread shop. I'll have to head down there and take a look. Or maybe even a few." Frank smiled cunningly and started off towards the bread shop. Tim smirked.
Go get 'em, Frankie.
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